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Wen Yabao made an appointment with Jing Zhen, and then sent a message back to Long Lin: Sister Long, there is a private matter to deal with tomorrow morning. Can the meeting be postponed to the afternoon? After 1 o'clock.

Long Lin second back: Yes. It's best to turn on the phone 24 hours a day to ensure that I can reach you at any time.

Wen Yabao struggled for a moment before replying: I tried to reply as soon as I saw the message.

Long Lin didn't say anything, but he could see the dissatisfaction between the lines: Let's talk about it when we meet!

Just as he was about to put down his phone, another message came in from WeChat.

Fu Shiye: Come here.

Two words to put it in a concise way.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Yabao sat on the sofa and didn't move, his fingertips paused on the phone screen for a while before typing the next sentence and sending it: Can I play next door?

Fu Shiye replied: The sound insulation of Liu'an Xiaofeng is very good.

Let's go! What else can the big guy do if he wants to listen to the scene?

I can only go over!

The piano is not hugged, the sound insulation is good, and you can practice in the room for a while.

Fu Shiye doesn't rely on this sleep aid, and there is no difference in what he plays.

It's all a touch of silence in the middle of the night.

Fu Shiye was still on the terrace of the room, giving Wen Yabao a melancholy and cold lonely back.

The warm yellow light and shadow of the wall lamp outline his long figure into a painting.

is like an empty screenshot of a literary movie, any sound will shatter the picture.

It's really a problem that I can't sleep like this.

Wen Yabao leaned against the wall quietly, staring at Fu Shiye's well-defined back for a long time before walking towards the terrace.

"What does Mr. Fu want to hear?" Wen Yabao's questions are very stylized.

After all, Fu Shiye has never said his preferences, and Wen Yabao has to handle everything himself.

Although, however, it looks like it's still pretended.

It's better to have a fixed process and follow the process every time.

Just like clocking in and out, just do what you need to do, and it's not easy to make mistakes.

"Everything."

For Fu Shiye, music was originally dispensable.

As long as he doesn't make too much noise and doesn't disturb him, he won't interfere with Wen Yabao's free movement in his room.

"Can I stop playing? Play the recording ......"

Wen Yabao has a temptation to inch in.

"Whatever." Fu Shiye replied crisply.

He didn't want to waste a second on this issue.

"Can I practice here?" Wen Yabao was very interested in Fu Shiye's bottom line of patience.

"Miss Wen is casual."

"Can I hug you, then? Mr. Fu! ”

Wen Yabao waited with interest for Fu Shiye's answer.

Without waiting for Fu Shiye to speak, she was directly embraced into her arms by a pair of long arms.

The clear and fine sandalwood fragrance is full of arms.

The strange and domineering man's breath rushed straight to his head.

Wen Yabao subconsciously raised her hand against his chest, trying to maintain social distancing.

During the struggle, the man's low voice fell into her ears: "As long as it is in my room, I will meet any request made by Miss Wen." ”

There was a thought of death swirling in her mind at high speed, and reason forcibly suppressed her stupid thoughts.

After all, Fu Shiye had a posture that even if she wanted him, she could do it at all.

Who knows, will it be some kind of temptation in disguise?

If you don't succeed in flirting, you will be played, and you will already die of disgrace.

"It's just a reward for Miss Wen to accompany me to act, Miss Wen doesn't have to be too burdened." Fu Shiye lowered his head and stared at her blank eyes with deep eyes.

Clear and bright amber color.

The orange light cast into her eyes, and her cold eyes gradually became warm.